Hot-Bites, Volume Two by Jenika Snow

Epilogue One

Michael

Three months later

I am nervous, really fucking nervous, in fact. Anticipation moves through my veins as I curl my fingers around the steering wheel. I am surprising her today, have just gone off the fucking rails and purchased a new place, one big enough for Cassie and myself … and the family I want to have with her.

But will she accept?

Shit, I hope so, because what I did might very well push her away, scare the hell out of her.

I see her leave the office, her bag in hand, her focus on me already. I straighten, my cock thickening, lengthening at the image of her. That’s all it takes for me to get wood—like I can’t fucking control myself—seeing Cassie and knowing that she is mine.

Although I have a place, it’s only one bedroom and certainly not something a family can grow in.

So, I was putting up my old place for rent until I could get it sold, if I even wanted to sell it. I liked that house, and had a lot of memories attached to it.

But if I wasn’t certain of her love for me, of the future we have, I wouldn’t have bought a new place out in the woods, surrounded by the evergreens I know she likes and the wilderness that calls to us both.

I get out of the truck and meet her on the passenger side. She smiles up at me, and that is all it takes to stop my heart. God, I fucking love this woman so damn much.

I pull her in close and cup the back of her head, leaning in and claiming her mouth.

“I missed you,” I say and pull back despite the fact it’s the last thing I want to do.

“I missed you, too,” she says and grins up at me. “I only worked a half day, you know.” She chuckles and now it’s my turn to grin.

Once we got Cassie’s brother settled in rehab, we came back here and Cassie rented a small apartment, finding a job with a local attorney. Life has been damn good, so good that maybe I shouldn’t rock the boat, but it’s definitely time we take our relationship to the next logical step. I just hope she agrees.

“If I had my way, you’d be in my bed all day.”

She rolls her eyes but is still grinning.

I pull her in for a hug and she melts against me. I am tempted to grind my cock into her soft belly, to show her that I’m being serious, but I refrain. I have something serious to talk to her about and being a vulgar bastard right now probably wouldn’t set things up right.

“There’s something I want to show you.” I just say the words, because if I didn’t I’d be a fucking wimp.

She looks hesitant at first. “Should I be afraid?” she asks, cocking her eyebrow in question.

“Maybe?” I say seriously because the truth is I have no idea how she’ll react once she sees the place.

We’re in the truck and headed to the property in a matter of minutes. I’m too excited, and if I’m being honest, worrying about what she’ll say. If she tries to pull away from me, I’m going to have to show her that we’re meant to be together. I just hope I don’t have to show her that I can go slower if that’s what she needs. I don’t fucking want to go slow. I want her locked up tight, tied to me for the rest of our lives.

Ten minutes later I’m pulling up to the two-story log cabin. It only has a couple acres of property, but it’s thick in the woods, a little creek is a short walk away, and the mountains are our backyard.

I cut the engine and climb out, walking over to her side and helping her out before she can do it herself.

“Where are we?” she asks as she stares up at the cabin.

I don’t say anything as I take her hand and lead her up the steps of the porch. I pull out the key I just got today when I closed on the paperwork, and can’t stop myself from grinning at her.

I push the door open and before she can move, lift her up in my arms and carry her over the threshold. She squeals, her fingers biting into me, as if she’s afraid she will fall.

“Michael, what on earth is going on?” she asks, and I can’t stop my grin.

I let her slide to the floor, slowly, as she looks around at our new house. I can’t help but wonder what she’s thinking. I love it, but there’s a chance she won’t. It’s bare, as a new house usually is, void of furniture, décor, and a woman’s touch.

I stare at her the whole time, watch as she walks around the kitchen, smoothing her hands over the granite top of the island, then moving into the living room and touching the hand carved fireplace mantle.

For five minutes, all I do is watch her, mesmerized by her movements, by the amazement I see on her face. She checks out the loft, where the master bedroom is, then comes back down and looks at the other bedrooms on the lower level. Finally, she stops and faces me.

“You bought this place, didn’t you?”

I don’t answer right away, but my grin is response enough. “I bought this place for us.” She moves right up to me, only a foot away now, her eyes wide.

“For us?” she whispers.

I nod. “I figure when we’re married and start having babies we’ll need more room than either of our one-bedroom places.” I cup her cheek, smoothing my thumb under her eye. “I also figure we need to have room if your brother wants to come for a visit.”

I can see she’s about to cry after I say that, knowing she’s shocked but happy. It’s been three months since her brother went in for rehab, and it’s the first time he’s stayed the whole time, and he is still currently sober. He is currently living in a group home facility that will further help his sobriety. I know this makes Cassie happy and hopeful, and when she’s happy so am I.

I pull her to my body, curl my hand around her nape, and lean down to kiss her. I don’t want her crying, even if it’s because she’s overcome with elation. Moving forward with her in my arms, the only reason I stop is because the wall is now pressed to her back.

The kiss starts slow and sweet but soon turns heated and heavy. She breaks away and looks up at me, her pupils dilated, her need clear.

“Fuck me,” she whispers.

I find myself growling low, my arousal so damn potent right now, I feel like a beast.

I work her pants and panties off, pushing them down her thigh until she can kick them away. I cup the sides of her neck, tilting her head back and claiming her mouth once more. As much as I want my dick deep inside her tight little cunt, right now I am more concerned about getting her off.

“Michael.” She groans my name against my mouth and I pull back just long enough to turn her around. With her chest pressed to the wall, I get down on my haunches and cup her ass. Fuck, the globes are perfect, round and tight like an apple.

The sound of her harsh breathing is an aphrodisiac.

“You want this, baby?”

“Yes,” she answers right away.

I spread the cheeks of her bottom, looking at her tight asshole and her pussy slit.

Christ.

She is so fucking primed for me, her arousal glistening off the lips of her pussy.

I don’t stop myself from leaning forward, running my tongue through her cunt, and lapping up her wetness. She is so damn juicy, so fucking sweet, just like a peach.

I fucking love peaches with a passion.

“Michael,” she whispers when I suck her flesh into my mouth.

I curl my fingers against her waist and pull her back more firmly into my mouth. Her breathing is labored, making me so damn hard that it’s painful. Hearing the little mewls coming from her only makes it worse.

I have to have her…now.

“You want more?” I say against her soaked flesh. I dig my fingers into her sides even harder, knowing there will be bruises on her soft skin come morning. But damn, that turns me on even more. Knowing my marks will be on her has my cock jerking behind my zipper, and pre-cum dripping from the tip, causing a wet spot to form on the denim of my jeans.

“Yes. So much more.”

I growl against her in approval and probe the entrance to her pussy, shoving my tongue in and out of her tightness, swallowing her cream as it slides down my throat.

She’s on the tips of her toes now, like this delicate ballerina about to come like the dirty fucking girl she is. The one only I can turn her into.

Fuck, I love knowing that I’m the only one who can get this from her.

“Give it to me, baby girl. Give it all to me.”

“Yes,” she cries out. “I’m going to come.”

Yeah, she is.

I lick and suck at her pussy faster, harder. I need her to get off like I need to fucking breathe.

“Michael,” she begs.

And then she goes off for me, throwing her pussy back in my face, grinding her cunt against my mouth, smothering me in her sweet juices. I grunt, reaching down and grabbing myself, stroking my cock through the stiff denim.

Her high-pitched cry almost has me coming, almost has me jizzing in my fucking pants.

When she sags against the wall, I stand, turn her around, and pull her in close. I cup her neck and kiss her soundlessly, plunging my tongue in and out of her mouth and making her taste herself on me.

She is mine.

Irrevocably.

Undeniably.

Always.